The Land of Nod
by Robert Louis Stevenson

From breakfast on through all the day 
At home among my friends I stay, 
But every night I go abroad 
Afar into the land of Nod. 

All by myself I have to go, 
With none to tell me what to do-- 
All alone beside the streams 
And up the mountain-sides of dreams. 

The strangest things are these for me, 
Both things to eat and things to see, 
And many frightening sights abroad 
Till morning in the land of Nod. 

Try as I like to find the way, 
I never can get back by day, 
Nor can remember plain and clear 
The curious music that I hear.